escaped from so unpleasant a dilemma--the remaining cracks
of her revolver, together with the two next stanzas, are
drowned in a fresh torrent of small-talk--after which he
hears Miss F.B. conclude with repressed emotion_:

But the ochre on Blue-nosed Owl was blurred, as his braves concluded
their brief harangues;
And he dropped a tear on the early bier of our Prairie belle, LOBELIA
BANGS!

[_Which of course leaves him in a state of hopeless
mystification._

_Soc. Chat._ Is that the _end_? Charming! Now we shall be able to
_talk_ again! &c., &c.

* * * * *

OFF TO MASHER LAND.

(_BY OUR OWN GRANDOLPH._)

(THIRD LETTER.--C.)

[Illustration: Native Amusements--"A Poor House."]


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